i had a rational thought, once,
i must be a wrong thinker,
how did my thinking become so, wrong,
could emile help me with my wrong thoughts,
why do i nearly seizure looking at repeating lines,
do you think,
it was the eastbay train,
that ran over my skull,
my baboon instincts,
keep me scratching,
my hairy armpits,
if i was bald,
on the side of my brain,
and i never lost heat from my head,
would i still be a candidate to lose,
90 percent of my heat,
through the skin graft on my face.
if someone removed a bone from my leg,
removed the blood supply from my scrotum,
and vascularized my eyelids,
with nosehairs,
would i still smell the roses with my eyes... |
